They danced until the song faded, until Sneha's cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy, her fingers trembling where they clutched his shirt.
Then the celebration proper began.
Cake. Laughter. Teasing from Neha and Payal, "Finally legal, huh? No more excuses!"
Sneha blew out the candles, wished silently, then cut the first slice and fed Arahan the first bite. He licked the icing off her fingers deliberately, eyes locked on hers.
The mood shifted electric, heavy.
Gift time.
Neha and Payal dimmed the lights further, until only the throne and the two of them were lit.
Sneha stepped back from the table, suddenly shy again and looked at Arahan.
"So…" she said, voice small but steady. "Where do you want my first time?"
Arahan's throat tightened. He glanced at the throne, its red velvet glowing like an invitation.
Sneha followed his gaze. Then she smiled, slow, wicked.
"On the throne," she said. Arahan's eyebrows rose.
"There?" he asked, glancing at Neha and Payal, who were already settling onto the low divans like they had front-row seats. "They'll watch."
Sneha shrugged, cheeks pink but chin high.
"Let them. They've seen me naked before. And… I want them to see. I want them to know you finally made me yours."
Arahan exhaled through his nose, surprised, but not unwilling.
He walked to the throne, sat slowly, legs spread, arms resting along the carved armrests like a king waiting for tribute.
Sneha stepped forward.
He reached for her, hands sliding up her thighs under the short party dress she'd worn. He tugged the zipper down her back; the fabric pooled at her feet.
Black lace bra. Matching thong. High heels.
He unhooked the bra, let it fall. Her breasts spilled free, full, soft, nipples already tight from nerves and anticipation.
He pulled the thong down next, slowly dragging along her thighs. She stepped out of it, completely bare now except the heels.
Arahan guided her closer, until she straddled him on the throne, knees on either side of his hips, hands on his shoulders. Her pussy hovered just above his clothed erection, already wet, already aching.
He unzipped himself, freed his cock, thick, hard, leaking at the tip. He rubbed the head along her slit, coating himself in her slick, then notched at her entrance.
"Look at me," he ordered.
She did, her eyes wide, trusting, burning.
He pulled her down slowly, inch by inch, taking her virginity right there on the throne.
Sneha screamed in sharp, raw pain ripping through her as her hymen tore. Her nails dug into his shoulders; her body locked rigid; tears sprang to her eyes instantly.
Arahan froze, buried only halfway, his hands gripping her hips to keep her still.
"Breathe," he whispered urgently, kissing her temple, her cheek. "Breathe, baby. I've got you. Look at me."
Sneha's chest heaved, her tears streaming now, but she forced her eyes open, locking on him.
"It hurts…" she whimpered.
"I know," he said softly. "First time always does. We can stop—"
"No," she choked out. "Don't stop. Just… slow."
He nodded, kissed her gently, then eased her down further, millimeter by millimeter, until he was fully seated inside her, hips flush to hers.
Sneha let out a long, trembling moan—pain blending into heat.
"So full…" she gasped. "So… big…"
He stayed buried, letting her adjust, his hands stroking her back, her sides, whispering soft praises.
"You're doing so good. So perfect. My brave girl."
After long moments her muscles softened; her hips twitched, testing.
"Move…" she breathed.
Arahan started with slow, shallow rolls, barely pulling out, just grinding deep. His thumb found her clit and gentle circles to turn the ache into pleasure.
Sneha's moans shifted, her pain turned into pleasure. Her hips began to rock, first tentative, then bolder, riding him like she'd dreamed of for years.
Neha and Payal watched in silent, rapt, fingers between their own thighs, touching themselves as they stared.
But beside them, three other figures were also there. And like them, they are also touching themselves, seeing Arahan fucking Sneha.
Sneha came first, sudden, shattering walls clamping down hard, gushing around him as she sobbed his name.
Arahan followed, thrusting deep one last time, spilling thick ropes inside her, filling her completely while she trembled on his lap.
They stayed locked, panting, shaking, until she collapsed forward against his chest.
He kissed her temple.
"Happy birthday," he murmured.
Sneha smiled against his neck—dazed, glowing.
"Best gift ever."
He slowly lifted his gaze to the front of the throne room.
And froze.
Directly across from the throne, on the low silk divans that ringed the court, sat five girls now.
Neha and Payal were still there, legs spread casually, fingers lazily circling their own clits as they watched.
But three more had joined them.
Naziya. Zainab. Priya.
They had slipped in silently, guided by Payal's hushed "come quick, you'll want to see this" message earlier that evening. They hadn't made a sound.
They simply took their places beside Neha and Payal, eyes locked on the throne the entire time.
They saw everything.
The way Sneha screamed, when Arahan first pushed through her hymen and filled her completely.
The way she rode him afterward, hips rolling, breasts bouncing, begging "harder, please, make me yours" while tears of pleasure streaked her cheeks.
The way Arahan held her like she was precious, hands gentle on her waist even as he thrust deep and spilled inside her.
Now all five were watching him.
Same like Neha and Payal. Their clothes were disorganised, and their hands were playing with their own pussy.
Arahan's cock twitched inside Sneha again—still half-hard, still leaking. Sneha felt it and moaned softly, grinding down once on instinct.
He looked at her then back at the five girls.
Before he could speak, before the shock could even fully register, Sneha lifted her head from his shoulder.
She looked straight at the newcomers. Then she smiled and said to Arahan, "these are my gifts for you."
She rolled her hips once, deliberately, making his cock slide deeper inside her cum-soaked pussy.
"Happy birthday to me… and happy gift-opening to you."
Priya, Zainab and Naziya uncrossed their legs, and rose up.
Neha and Payal exchanged a knowing look, then rose from the divans with the other three and walked to the throne, flanking it like attendants.
Arahan stared at Sneha.
"You… planned this?"
Sneha nodded—cheeks flushed, eyes shining.
"I've waited years for tonight. But I know you. I know you've been fucking Priya. And Zainab. And Naziya too, probably." She glanced at the three newcomers. "I invited them. Tell them to make you happy together on my birthday."
They all came wearing a short skirt, it was all in demand of Sneha.
Zainab stood first, slow, deliberate, skirt riding high on her thighs.
She walked to the throne, stopped right in front of Arahan and Sneha.
Then she dropped to her knees between Arahan's spread legs.
She looked up at him, eyes blazing.
"You think you can fuck us all and choose none?" she whispered. "Then prove it. Fuck us all. Right now."
Naziya rose next, calm, graceful, stepping beside Zainab.
Priya walked forward. Knelt on Arahan's other side.
All five girls surrounded the throne, kneeling, waiting.
Sneha lifted herself slowly off Arahan's cock, cum dripping down her thighs as she moved to the side, still straddling one armrest.
She looked down at him, smiling.
"Your move, king."
Arahan looked at each of them, Priya's needy face, Zainab's burning challenge, Naziya's quiet hunger, Neha and Payal's wicked encouragement, Sneha's satisfied glow.
Then he leaned back on the throne, cock still hard, glistening with Sneha's release.
"Come here," he said, voice low, commanding.
They obeyed.
Priya moved first, straddling his lap, guiding his cock back inside her soaked pussy with a soft whimper.
Zainab knelt between his legs, mouth on his balls, tongue lapping up the cum that dripped from Priya.
Naziya leaned over the armrest, kissing him deeply while her hand stroked Priya's clit.
Neha and Payal flanked Sneha, kissing her neck, sucking her nipples, fingers between her thighs to keep her wet and ready for the next round.
The throne room filled with moans, wet sounds, gasps, the creak of wood under shifting bodies.
Arahan fucked them one by one, then two at a time, then all of them together.
Priya rode him slowly and lovingly, whispering "I love you" between kisses.
Zainab took him from behind, bent over the armrest, begging for harder, rougher strokes.
Sneha sat on his face, grinding her cum-filled pussy on his tongue while he ate her out.
Naziya knelt beside him, sucking him clean between turns.
Neha and Payal played support, holding legs open, pinching nipples, fingering whoever wasn't being fucked.
They came again and again, on his cock, on his tongue, on his fingers, until the throne was soaked, the air thick with sex, and all six girls were trembling, they were marked by his sperm and claimed by him.
When it finally ended, they collapsed around him on the throne and the cushions, bodies tangled, breathing ragged, skin slick.
No one spoke for a long time.
Then Sneha, curled against his chest, whispered: "Best birthday ever."
Priya, head on his shoulder, nodded slowly.
Zainab, sprawled across his lap, murmured: "We're keeping him."
Naziya just smiled.
Arahan looked down at them, all six then up at the empty court.
The throne felt right now. And he felt himself as the real king.